In different stages of life, people always encounter their own spiritual philosopher.

An elder once told me: If one lives with enough sincerity and enough clarity, they will likely encounter three thinkers in sequence during their life journey—first Nietzsche, then Camus, and finally Siddhartha. At a certain stretch of your life, you will live like them, wrapped tightly in their spiritual core. This is a spiritual rite of passage that belongs only to yourself, and no one can go through it for you.
Nietzsche is the breaker, overturning external established rules with fury and breaking free from worldly shackles.
Camus is the world-embracer, calmly accepting the absurdity of the world and, through forward action, personally anchoring meaning for life.
Siddhartha is the dream-returner, ultimately letting go of attachments and gently merging with heaven, earth, and all things.
Fate is very strange. When I heard these words back then, Nietzsche was the philosopher I admired most. But now, at this stage, my heart favors Camus the most. I wonder if, as time passes, fate will make another move, allowing me to understand and love Siddhartha in the years to come.